He watched as she moved to the bottle of water she had given him earlier. The move of her hips added to the memory of what he had seen when she bent o...er to make her notes. He watched her as she walked to the chair. She moved to the side, and as she bent over, he was sure her breasts were going to pop out of her blouse. They hung so majestically and he was disappointed when she stood up. They seemed to settle back where they originally were. She brought the bottle back to him, unscrewed the top. Do you know what Imean?” she looked at me with a look of wonder as shewaited for my reaction. I could see her wheels turning,(Will she run or stay?) I don’t know if it was the heat, her or the beer but Ithought for a second and then found the words. “Really,you fuck your horse?” I asked as if confirming what Ithought I had heard her say.“YES!” she said with enthusiasm. “It’s so great! I knowits so very bad thing to do, but I am alone here onthis. Instead I was surprised to hear yelling and sounds of distress. “I’m gonna give you something to scream about you little faggot piece of shit” I saw Jason, a punk who dressed like a thug and always had a nasty comment for everyone, holding someone in some sort of headlock. He then pushed him down to the ground and kicked him. As I got closer I saw it was Benny, and he was screaming for help. I knew him n passing from an art class we had had together even though he was only a freshman and he. Dad got us all settled on towels, then ladled some water onto the hot coals. Jesus. I felt the steam in every single pore, and each one screamed for more."Two minutes this first time, everyone."Mom shooed us out just as I started to feel a little lightheaded."Watch!"In a second she followed Dad into the pool, yelling and breathless at the same time, if that's possible. About two seconds later she was climbing out, Dad behind her, more goose bumps than I've ever seen, nipples extended. Laughing.